Damian followed behind his wives with Rin perched atop his head, its tiny eyes narrowed with open hostility as it glared at the three women. The malicious intent rolling off the fox was impossible to miss, yet the girls were long accustomed to it.
This damned fox had been a problem even during Lin Qui's era.
If not for Lin Qui's overwhelming affection for them, there had been several occasions where Rin could have successfully gotten them cast aside.
The memories remained vivid.
Like the time they attacked the Prince of Envy after he insulted Lin Qui publicly. The prince had demanded the head of one of them as compensation for the humiliation, yet Rin had calmly argued that all three heads should be offered instead.
That single incident nearly plunged the entirety of Velmora into war.
Lin Qui had chosen violence without hesitation.
Thousands died before the council finally intervened and forced an end to the conflict.
Damian, however, was not Lin Qui.
